Following the oath we had signed, very early hours of November 1st was the last day I smoked a cigarette.

The time was coming anyways. Things weren’t great as they were used to be.

Knowing it was the last day, I had you as much I can. Knowing I’ll not feel you again, I stole as much memory as possible from you. Sure enough I’ll run into you here and there. You will be with someone else. I know, you will look at me, and I’ll look at you. I’ll remember how things were great, and how you ripped my lungs apart. You were great and selfish at the same time. How is this possible?

And the time finally came. I approached you slowly. I opened you, and got surprised how there was a little of you. What remained were the remnants of a long relationship. Still with my respect and love to you I did my best job to have you as in the old days. As I was expecting, you resisted. Even though you also knew it was the last day, with your all selfishness you didn’t show any respect. I knew you didn’t love me from the very beginning anyways.

Very gently, I lit you for the last time. It was a strange feeling. I didn’t want it to be over. But your American spirit was not good for my Oriental well being. I’ll clean the drawer where you used to stay. I’ll throw away all the things that reminds me of you.

Not surprisingly, you left a bad taste in my mouth. Thanks for sharing good and bad moments with me. I’ll never forget you.

Not surprisingly, I already saw you with someone else. Apparently, you already forgot me.